Garden and the Bees

Beauty sets in my wide open eyes The skies radiance of hue becomes me I am a flower - I bloom Colorful flowers transpire in the mind The troubled rain nourishes in doom In the beauteous gardens - I am surrounded I speak - the poppy enlightens The roots root bound are grounded My heart opens as I'm blossom Hark ! I see a bud in disguise The suns rays twinkle in daylight And the bee swarms to my open face With the buzz mute to my lifted ear It listens and recollects what I hear The sound of the raindrops true may be doom Yet I speak -to the bee and the bloom...